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“You earned her love, and now you want to earn her hatred, and see which one wins, is it? You really do want to spend your eternity alone, don’t you? I suppose I cannot fault you for childish games, lest I be the pot and you the kettle. But this is foolish, even to me.”
chosen to stroll about in his natural shape, his gray-purple skin contrasting sharply with his blond hair and black horns.
And now he had a lovesick incubus to cope with. As always, his work would be easier to accomplish on his own.
“Honor. What a charmingly mortal notion. Honor. Dignity. Fairness.” He scoffed. “These are concepts created to keep you trapped within a spider’s web. They are constructs you build around your society to try to ensure that those with morals play within their pens only to be fed upon by those without such trivial philosophies. Abandon them, hunter, and see yourself plainly for what you are—a bloodthirsty thing driven forward only by the need for revenge.”
“It isn’t love…” “Demons may love. Oh, we love the fiercest of all. Why should I not love as much and as many as I can? You could do the same.
What I feel for you is more real than anything else in your life has ever been. More permanent. I will always want you. Give to me, my beautiful, gorgeous, delicious creature.”
terrible. It’s frightening and putrid. It hurts me in my heart when I think about her rejecting me. I despise it so very much. I think I can’t live without it.” Vlad shut his eyes. “Yes. You are in love.” Mordecai grunted. “Damn it.”
“You show such compassion for others. I wish to show some to you. Accept it, stubborn girl. Do not bring yourself suffering merely because you are under the bullheaded opinion that you somehow deserve it.”
I see in you a heart wider than the sea. One I would happily drown in, if you would but let me swim the waves.”
“Really, I’m not sure how your gender gets anything done. It isn’t even the tits that are the problem—yes, fine, they’re distracting—it’s the damnable lack of pockets that is the real issue
“Is this a manner of repression I have been previously unaware of? That if we let you wear comfortable clothing that serves any functional purpose, you might revolt?”
What else would you like to know about me, oh glorious comptroller, tax collector of my life?”
“I too love strawberries.” “See? We are meant to be. Destined lovers from the stars for our shared love of red fruit.”
“Elizabeth—” “Is a vicious cunt.” She laughed at his bluntness. “I would not have gone that far.” “Then you don’t know her well yet.” The
“Wicked creature.” He grinned playfully. “I will make a sinner of you yet.”
Vlad Tepes Dracula—warlord and tyrant, demigod and Vampire King, the creature who had plagued humanity and sent a third of the city of Boston to its death—had given her chocolates.
He dug his teeth into her flesh. “Good girl. I know you do. I already have another man ready for you. One you can kill. A new one, fresh and afraid. One you can fuck until his heart stops beating.”
Yoooooo 🥵 I need more of Mordecai
“I offer you all that I am in return for what I demand from you. All my horror, all my death, and all the love in my blackened heart. My existence is in your hands. I lay myself at your feet, my angel of death. My angel of mercy.”
So I shall say thank you, Vlad Dracula, for your kindness in rescuing my things.” “You should say nothing at all, for while you are twice grateful, it is I who upended your life in the first place. Therefore, we are in balance.”
head. “You are so utterly melodramatic.” “I do not deny that charge.”
The deal they had made was that they would both die. But he left to travel where she could never follow him. She had pushed him through that door, and it had slammed in her face.
It was not joy. She watched the seasons come and go and watched them blur together.
“I love you, my immortal soul.”
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